Dear Commander-in-Chief

Gu Qiqi tried her best to widen her eyes.

in sight.

A blur.

That feeling of losing control is bad, bad.

However, willpower is still draining away bit by bit.

The mobile phone also fell to the ground, making a busy tone of "beep-beep-beep-".

Even if she is brave enough, ruthless enough, and foresighted enough to be strong enough to strike first, but after all, this body is still too weak.

The last second of closing your eyes.

Gu Qiqi only saw a pair of black military boots and stopped in front of him.

I vaguely heard the cold and arrogant voice of the man, and above his head, it sounded familiarly:

"Stupid woman, if you have the ability to give Lao Tzu an anesthesia injection, it will cost you 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan. Now you don't even know how you ended up being anesthetized? You say, are you stupid?"

Gu Qiqi tried her best to use her last remaining consciousness and wondered, "Nonsense, when did she give others anesthesia..."

In the bathroom, Yao Dazhuang heard the sound of Gu Qiqi's body falling to the ground, not to mention how excited he was.

Even though blood was still flowing from below and from his mouth, he couldn't stop him from humiliating Gu Qiqi immediately.

Go! Go! Go!

The way that woman was ruthless was really beautiful.

The little mouth is red.

His face was as white as snow.

Small waist Yingying grip.

nice!

Have fun!

Tsk tsk, I couldn't bear to stab her with a wire broom.

Yao Dazhuang was overjoyed and tried his best to climb out of the threshold.

Huh?

What about people?

He raised his voice: "Little bitch! I know you can't run far! You should just lie down and wait for me to do—"

Yao Dazhuang's voice was suddenly interrupted.

Then screams filled the entire corridor, almost breaking the ceiling.

"Ow-Ow-Ow!"

His hand was severely stomped on by a black military boot.

The phalanx made a cracking, cracking sound.

His chin was shaking like a sieve, and he was raised in horror.

He was seeing a strong man holding Gu Qiqi's soft little body, looking down at him like a god looking down at an ant.

Four eyes facing each other.

Yao Dazhuang was shocked by the icy aura in the man's eyes, and his whole body trembled!

"You... who are you?" He tried to pull out his hand.

As a result, the man snorted coldly, ignored him, and rolled his military boots at will.

The howling like a slaughtering pig resounded through the corridor again.

Yao Dazhuang's hand was actually crushed.

"You don't deserve to know who Lao Tzu is."

The prince said coolly.

His eyes fell on Gu Qiqi's unwashed blood stains for a moment.

Ying Ting's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and her anger rose faintly.

Thin lips opened coldly: "Adjutant Lu."

"exist!"

"The torture made it clear which dirty hand he used to touch Lao Tzu's woman. You know what to do."

"Yes!" Adjutant Lu stepped forward and hesitated for a second, "His hand is already useless."

Those who have been trampled by the palace lords, it is strange that they are not abandoned.

"Then abolish an entire arm."

"Yes! ... What if both hands have touched?"

"Nonsense! Then abolish two!"

"Yes!"

Adjutant Lu had a cold face and performed the task with a straight face.

The steel-like arm directly dragged Yao Dazhuang into the women's bathroom without a camera.

Yao Dazhuang was so terrified that he was about to die: "Who are you, my father is Yao..., you're going to die like this... oh... woo..."

The sound of dislocation came continuously from the women's bathroom.

Adjutant Lu neatly completed the task.

Disgusted authentically: "Idiot, it's okay not to say your father, but to say you die faster."

Wire broom, jab in his ass!

Yao Dazhuang was in so much pain that he fainted.